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I don't think it's meant to be tearing down Amy, but just saying, this is something Clara does that Amy doesn't. Because Amy and Clara being indistinguishable is such a common complaint. Amy's just a lot more concrete.
I agree! I thought that was what op was getting at, but wasn’t completely sure, and I didn’t want anyone to think I was playing the tear down one lady character to build up another game.
if the main reason rtd put mickey and martha together is because he wanted a smith and jones joke, imagine what other pairings he could have picked
ianto and mickey
sarah jane and martha
evelyn smythe who would have been annoyed because it’s not even pronounced smith, damn it
mickey and tish
sarah jane and harriet jones, former prime minister
you missed the best one
THIS IS TRUFAX AND CANON
katy has spoken
So I accidentally wrote a thing? IMPROMPTU FLASHFIC WITH SARAH JANE AND JO.
‘Oh, darling, I’m sorry, did I get it wrong?’
Jo, somehow, was contriving not to look the faintest bit embarrassed for her own sake, only concerned that she might have upset Sarah Jane. Sarah Jane, for her part, was exerting a concentrated effort not to blush; she was a sixty-five year old woman, for God’s sake, she was absolutely too old to blush over a kiss.
‘No,’ she said distractedly, waving a hand in Jo’s direction. ‘I mean— no, really, I suppose I may not have been giving the clearest of signals. I’m just not really used to—’ she trailed off self-deprecatingly.
‘With women?’ Jo filled in understandingly, and Sarah Jane tilted her a wry look.
‘With anyone, lately.’
Jo gaped at her. ‘What, a gorgeous woman like you? I don’t believe it.’ She delivered a little shove to Sarah Jane’s shoulder, and then, as a thought occurred to her, her eyes went wide and she pressed her fingers to her cheeks. ‘Oh gosh, and here I am throwing myself at you like that. You poor dear.’ A quick flash of a smile. ‘I forget that not everyone’s quite as dotty as me sometimes.’
Sarah Jane laughed, reminded with sudden poignancy of one of the reasons she had become so terribly fond of Jo over the past few years. ‘Tell you what,’ she said. ‘How about the two of us go out for dinner sometime, and you can try your luck with the kissing after you’ve got a few glasses of wine down me.’
‘Ooh, you cheeky thing!’ Jo crowed, and for a moment, one of her hands fluttered up as if with the impulse to pinch Sarah Jane’s cheek or give her a wink-wink-say-no-more nudge, but subsided before she could do either. ‘You’re on. I know the the most marvellous little place, too.’ She paused for a beat, and then smiled with a surprising amount of irony. ‘Let’s see if we can manage a date without aliens crashing in in the middle of it, eh?
Sarah Jane could feel the blush still fighting to make itself known, but it was more from pleasure now than embarrassment. ‘I’d hope they could at least wait ‘til the second date.’
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